The World At Large

I am fortunate in that nothing entertains me as well as my own thoughts. Today I shall have the camera going. The World at large may hear me rambling. Somehow, in this river of digression, I must fish out a business proposal. Maintaining linear thought is a large challenge for me.
No luck at all with getting the video on the computer. Why can't anything ever be as simple as promised? I hear "It's easy!" and it makes me wince. Soo I didn't get anything on to You Tube. Now that I have so much footage I am reluctant to keep making more. Kimara was here to work on her folk angel but I didn't film it. Demon and I joined the Rockhound society. That I really should have filmed but, you know, I would have felt a little awkward about it. I can't fall behind with the documentation too much. Perhaps I shall implore his Majesty to come by a little early and help me.
It has been a busy couple of days. Tonight Majesty and I are going to The Wrong Bar to see Mr. E. Lee play with his funk band The Main Event. I haven't seen E for a very long time. Work has never been the same without him. You can't imagine how important people who have interesting things to say are until you are confined in a truck without them for endless hours and days.
We are card carrying rockhounds now, Demon and I. I was surprised he wanted to come along. The meeting was not far, one bus, in a church hall.The members are mostly older people, patient and kindly with expertise. I am going to love this. There were things for sale. I bought ten gorgeous slabs, several of them petrified wood, for one dollar each. Hildegaard, is the name of the Dresden figure woman who sold them to me. Each of them has the name of where she herself found them penciled on. She tells me she doesn't travel much anymore. She's eighty-five you know?
We were sorting through the basket of fascinating slices of stone when she picked one up, licked her fingers and smeared the spit on the stone. Then she tilted the gleaming this way and that. I was laughing because the first slice that I had picked up I very nearly licked quite reflexively but stopped myself. "You can't be licking other peoples stones it public!" my hygienically decorous self. I explained why I was laughing. She tells me her Mother would lick stones without thinking twice. Then she was telling me that children in school groups at the Science centre would all lick the same stones and that this has gone on without respite for thirty years! We were both laughing now. "Good for their immune systems I guess." How I love children. I was a prodigious stone licker as a child. Often I would run around holding a stone in my mouth simply for the comfort of it. Pulling it out to admire it sparkling for a contemplative moment or two standing still in the light.